It’s early Sunday morning here in the city and I’m feeling both nostalgic and thankful for everything I have. But when I think about the hustle and bustle of everyday life in New York, the endless quests to achieve and the contant and continuous feeling that there’s never enough of any one particular thing – I have to remind myself that it’s the simple things that bring me the most joy.

When I think back, maybe I first learned it as a child from watching The Jungle Book and listening to Baloo and Mowgli sing what would become the themesong of a lifetime.